Baby steps
My boy started his first day of daycare today.
I had one of those moments in parenting when you realize that this tiny creature which has relied for so long on you for every need is taking steps further and further away, and that my only job as a parent is to assure him that he is strong enough to take those steps, and that I am strong enough to let him.
He sat waiting for me and my husband this morning on our front stoop with his back pack (a birthday present from dear Mrs. Hammer) filled with snacks and lunch and a change of clothes, like an old pro.
His biggest concern was that there would be a ball there.
"Oh I think there'll be a ball, honey"
"And a baboon and a big gorilla?"
"Well, maybe not those guys, but I bet there'll be some blocks."
"And a ball?"
"Definitely a ball. And I bet there will be markers too."
"The children will have paper?"
This is my boy. The properness of "children" and the concern that if you have markers there just HAS to be paper.
So, like that, we dropped him off. And tried to be the cool parents that just leave the child without the laundry list of his likes and quirks and spying through the window to make sure the other kids were being nice to him.
Though the temptation was great. In fact, if my old man wasn't with me, I would have stayed for another hour, hiding behind the waist high coat rack and peeking from behind the tiny raincoats and hats watching for some horrible moment that would prove once and for all that I am a terrible mother for abandoning my heart.
But, we left quietly, with a hug and a kiss and a final wave goodbye from the doorway, knowing that he was safe inside with three other children and a lovely and capable woman who knows what she is doing.
And a basket full of balls.
I had one of those moments in parenting when you realize that this tiny creature which has relied for so long on you for every need is taking steps further and further away, and that my only job as a parent is to assure him that he is strong enough to take those steps, and that I am strong enough to let him.
He sat waiting for me and my husband this morning on our front stoop with his back pack (a birthday present from dear Mrs. Hammer) filled with snacks and lunch and a change of clothes, like an old pro.
His biggest concern was that there would be a ball there.
"Oh I think there'll be a ball, honey"
"And a baboon and a big gorilla?"
"Well, maybe not those guys, but I bet there'll be some blocks."
"And a ball?"
"Definitely a ball. And I bet there will be markers too."
"The children will have paper?"
This is my boy. The properness of "children" and the concern that if you have markers there just HAS to be paper.
So, like that, we dropped him off. And tried to be the cool parents that just leave the child without the laundry list of his likes and quirks and spying through the window to make sure the other kids were being nice to him.
Though the temptation was great. In fact, if my old man wasn't with me, I would have stayed for another hour, hiding behind the waist high coat rack and peeking from behind the tiny raincoats and hats watching for some horrible moment that would prove once and for all that I am a terrible mother for abandoning my heart.
But, we left quietly, with a hug and a kiss and a final wave goodbye from the doorway, knowing that he was safe inside with three other children and a lovely and capable woman who knows what she is doing.
And a basket full of balls.
posted by Martha Marin at
7:39 PM
8 Comments:
*hug*
That first day is so, so hard. Even though you know he will be just fine, and happy.
Big hugs are being sent your way. LL had her first day of daycare the other day and everything turned out just fine. That is, after I left and sobbed at the busstop for a half hour.
This is when you realize what a good mother you are - when your little guy starts picking up bad habits from the children who were apparently raised by wild animals...
Oh, and glad that there were balls there for him. Hoping there was paper as well :)
Good for you!!! And how was the first day, might I ask?? Did he love it? Were you able to concentrate at all the rest of the day?
Oh my gosh, i DREAD this moment! Congrats on getting through it! :O) Yay! Tricia
O migod. Gudy is weeping. Did he have his little back pack ? Sigh.
But was there an owl or a rooster ?
He squeezed lightly stroked her thighs, enjoying with just the tips of his fingers the slick cool feel of the silky nylon that seemed plastered to her lower body. I remember my eighteenth birthday prettywell the mayor and I had partied the whole night.
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He squeezed lightly stroked her thighs, enjoying with just the tips of his fingers the slick cool feel of the silky nylon that seemed plastered to her lower body. I remember my eighteenth birthday prettywell the mayor and I had partied the whole night.
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